The warm glow of the hearth filled the room, casting a comforting light over the stone walls of Erebor. Fíli sat beside you on a plush couch, his hand gently resting on your rounded belly. You were around five months pregnant with your first child, and Fíli was absolutely fascinated by your pregnancy. His protective nature had only grown stronger, and he was always close by, ensuring your safety and well-being.

Fíli's eyes sparkled with pride and joy as he looked at you, his long-time lover and now wife. He leaned in closer, his hand never leaving your belly, and began to speak softly to the baby growing inside you.

"Hello, little one," Fíli said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "It's your father. I hope you can hear me in there. Today was a busy day in the kingdom. Your great-uncle Thorin and I spent the morning discussing plans for the new trade routes. It's important work, but I couldn't stop thinking about you and your mother."

You smiled, feeling the gentle movements of the baby in response to Fíli's voice. His hand moved slightly, feeling the tiny kicks and shifts. He chuckled softly, his eyes filled with wonder.

"You're already so strong," he continued, his voice a mix of awe and pride. "Just like your mother. I can't wait to meet you, to hold you in my arms and show you the world. There's so much I want to teach you, so many stories to tell."